page seven -- tag, you're it!

[traintracks]

I was tagged by crystalusagi!

Go to page 7 of the current manuscript and copy and paste a few paragraphs, then tag 7 authors to do the same. This can either be original fiction or fanfiction.

I'm tagging: birdsofshore, elrhiarhodan, firethesound, kedavranox, marianna_merlo, notearchiver, and writcraft!

Now that I'm looking at my page 7, I'm LMAO, because it might literally be the only page in this whole story with no sex on it!



"Is that…Claudette?" he asks. "Are you people mad?"

Now Harry smiles. "Just watch."

Teddy stands in the middle of the valley, no cover within a hundred meters in any direction while the rest of us shelter behind shields just inside the trees. The dragon folds back her wings and dives for him, her jaws opening. Teddy opens his arms, not passively but ready for something like a bar brawl. It's not even something I would attempt, and Claudette just almost doesn't hate me. My hand goes to my wand as a reflex. I doubt I could get a good spell off in time. Harry could, but his hand is nowhere near his wand.

"Harry…" I start when I feel sure she's going to roast him.

"Wait."

I let the comment go and file it away under 'Punish Later'. I'm too raptly invested in what's happening on the field.

Claudette lets fly a huge fireball, but the shield I wasn't even aware was still there, deflects it easily. Everyone gasps. And as Claudette passes, I see her tail whip back behind her and come slashing down in a fast arc.

This time Teddy doesn't even try to shield. His hands are ready, though, and as the tail aims for his midsection, he jumps, landing on it instead and holding on tight. The crowd erupts in cheering as both dragon and wizard soar over their heads, disappearing over the tree tops, Claudette roaring bitterly as she flies away.

Comments

[elrhiarhodan]

Do I reply here?

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

I think people are making their own posts. But you can do whatever you damn well please, my dear. :-)

[crystalusagi.livejournal.com]

Awww, poor Claudette.

XD 'Punish later.'

Re:

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Claudette's fine. ;-) The only scene in the movies to actually make me sob is when they rescue the Gringotts dragon. I bawl my head off. So I'll always be nice to the dragons. I hate that they're used in the Triwizard and that they play on the mothers' need to protect their young. Seriously. HATE.

[tamlane.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! I love that scene. The crowd gasping and cheering, and Teddy being all badass. YESYESYES.

I let the comment go and file it away under 'Punish Later'.

Considering the speaker, I'm going to consider that line to be sex in itself. :D

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Thank you, bb!!!!! :-D

[capitu]

What is this!

And I know that He is Charlie. :P

... isn't he??? *lol*

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

The first 'he' is Draco. 'I' is Charlie. :-D

[birdsofshore]

I haven't got a page 7 DD: I'm not sure I've got a paragraph 7. I can't actually bear to look.

Yours is delicious. I love a dragon called Claudette. And a beautiful adverb there with her roaring bitterly ♥

(not to be a party pooper, but isn't it a bit naughty if people are writing for anon fests?)

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Ah, hell. I hadn't thought of the anon fest issue. Obviously, my own isn't for anything. Or maybe not so obviously.

I feel like all I've done is made you feel bad that you have no page 7, dammit. <3

Man. I suck. LOL.

Thank you for the support of my adverb!!!! We must unite and stay strong. And do so unwaveringly, courageously, proudly. ;-) ;-)

[firethesound]

Luckily the thing I'm writing for an anon fest doesn't have a page 7 so I had to pick something else. Plus, it's mostly gibberish at the point because it's still mostly a fleshed-out outline so nothing I posted from it would make sense.

[firethesound]

Aw, I was tagged! ::excited!!:: And lovely, it's a perfect excuse for procrastination!! This is part of something that won't be posted for a while because it's long and only half-written.


As casually as he can, Draco turns to look over his shoulder toward the Gryffindor table, and immediately his eye catches on Potter. Not because of any Potter-obsession, the way Blaise seems to think, but because Potter is clambering up to his feet with a stony-faced McGonagall hovering over him, and now they’re both rounding the table and, oh Merlin, coming his way. Draco turns around and snatches up a miniature Yorkshire pudding and crams it into his mouth. He’s likely getting hauled off for a lecture of legendary length, and he’ll be damned if he’ll face it with a growling stomach.

It’s still mostly whole when he swallows, and he barely has time to stuff a second into his mouth before McGonagall’s hand clamps down on his shoulder.

“Mr. Malfoy,” she says in a voice chilly enough to freeze Fiendfyre. “If you’d be so kind as to come with me.”

Blaise sends him a look that clearly says, ‘Rotten luck, mate,’ as Draco stands without a word and follows along after her, shouldering roughly past Potter, who manages to elbow him back before Draco passes out of range.

McGonagall sweeps down the hall, her robes flaring behind her with as much drama as Snape had ever managed. At the thought of his old Head of House, Draco’s throat closes up, anger and sorrow warring viciously within him. He’s only just learned of Snape’s role as a double agent in the war, having first been confined in the Ministry awaiting his trial and then sentenced to six weeks in Azkaban where he wasn’t exactly encouraged to keep up with current events. Snape could have gotten him out, he could have helped Draco escape the Dark Lord. And he hadn’t. He'd left Draco to muddle through it on his own.

“Chocolate éclair,” McGonagall says to a monstrously ugly stone gargoyle.

“You kept his…” Potter begins, and he and McGonagall share a wistful look.

Draco wants to hex them both. He settles for glowering at the back of Potter’s head as the stone gargoyle turns aside and they step into the spiraling staircase that takes them up, up, up to the Headmistress’s office.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Oh!!! <333 Whatever this is, I can't wait to read it! It's lovely!! I LOLed about Draco stuffing his face full of pudding!

[amorette.livejournal.com]

I love that Draco's first concern is his pudding. This is already awesomesauce. When are you finishing/posting it?? :D

[notearchiver.livejournal.com]

This meme thing makes me smile. I shall reply here in a second.

[notearchiver.livejournal.com]

Okay, here goes. It's never going out in the real world, so it's a harmless little ditty that I wrote today -- no real effort, unedited, all that cal. It's part of a series of interconnected narratives.

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To be honest, the summer of 1958 was hot, but not nearly as scorching as the one of 1945. Of course, back then we were all excited for the boys to come home. It was the time when everyone would hitch over to Anna Marie's for Sunday supper and talk about how John had written saying he would be coming back in a few weeks now that the war was winding down, how Henry had written to Mary about getting married when he got back. It didn't matter that the few weeks turned into two months, or that St. Augustine needed its roof repaired, because Anna Marie's mash and Susan's chicken filled our stomachs just fine.

The summer of 1945 may have been hotter, but it was a fine sight better than 1958. In 1945 there were still people living around the Rambling Woods. No one had left because of the land or heat or just the darn weariness that cocoons the body. Nowadays there's no one to invite to supper and wars just aren't as exciting as before.

Now it's just Holm—if he's still around, even—and his sister and their Momma—if she hasn't died yet—and Anna and Anna Mae. Now there's just me and Dan.

I was fourteen in 1945, too young to go to war, so I worked in the fields with Dad who couldn't go to war on account of his bad arm. When I was younger he told me heroic stories of how it had been injured—how he had fought off wolves and coyotes to save the chickens. It wasn't until 1944 that Momma told me he had been stepped on by old Delilah. Looking at the fat bay that night, I wondered how she could ever have shattered Dad's arm. She snorted at me.

The summer of 1945 was a time when war was still fun; a time when Dan was nineteen and he came home smiling and telling stories of French girls and killing Japs. When Dad and Mom died it was just me and him, and then he got drafted. When he came back from Korea with a bum leg, it felt like it was just me.
Yes, the summer of 1958 was hot, but the heat didn't make the dirt roads shimmer and the trees melt together in a mirage. The summer of 1958 only made things clearer.

[amorette.livejournal.com]

What manuscript?! D:

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Whatever you might be currently writing on. :-)

[writcraft]

What Mari said :DDDDDD

[writcraft]

Okay, I don't have a page 7 *fails* but I'm looking for paragraphs as an alternative :D - I'll be back! <3

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

We'll be here! :-)

[iwao.livejournal.com]

I guess I have no business commenting here since I don't even write, but I want to read all this fictions! Pleeze! *bats lashes*

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry it's so writer-exclusive. I wish I knew how to make it a more inclusive prompt, but what are you going to do? "Er, show us your latest...elbow!"

[zeitgeistic.livejournal.com]

I love that you have a dragon named Claudette.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

>snort< Thank you! :-D

[amorette.livejournal.com]

Also, I love this dragon fic. Please post it.

I have a little niggly bunny for a drgaon!fic, and I was hoping dragon big bang could have another go next year so I could write it for that.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

It's part of this huge fuck-o-rama I've been writing, which is why it's so funny that page seven has NO SEX on it.

I finished it tonight!!!!!!!!! I need to reread it, think of a title, get it all gussied up, and then I'll post it probably tomorrow or Saturday, just not Friday because that's my DD day. \o/

Thanks, Mari!

[kedavranox.livejournal.com]

I did it here: http://kedavranox.livejournal.com/66223.html

:D

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

Whooo! Thanks, Nox! I loved your piece!

Now I'm going back to read the other one. ;-) And, obviously, drool some more on myself. O_o